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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 6, 2013 22:33:53 GMT -8
Lucien got that. He really did. Sharing in that mindset was the reason he joined Crows. Still.
"I didn't ever thank you, did I?" He chuckled. "Well, thank you, Delilah."
In such heartfelt moments such as these, the manlier types get all soft and squishy, as if their whole exterior was just a facade, like the tough skin on a ripe avocado. Lucien, however, didn't have such skin. His avocado was right out there, all the time. So, in these heartfelt moments, the types like Lucien shed away their squishy avocado goodness, and what are they left with? A pit. Maybe the analogy ends there. Lucien started silently crying.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 6, 2013 22:45:48 GMT -8
She blinked at his thanks and looked over at him, watching him for a moment. Others might not have been able to notice it in the dark, but with that little earring, she could see him as clear as day. A sad smile curved her lips as she watched the tears streak silently down his face.
Talk about awkward. What to do, what to do. She could be all "man up!" or give him a slap on the back and be all cool like, "no problem, bro, just doing my job". But that didn't really fit the moment. or Lucien. Or Delilah for that matter. Instead, she sighed softly and reached her arm around the skinny man's shoulder, pulling him against her in a one armed side hug.
"No need for thanks," she said softly. "You're more than worthy."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 6, 2013 23:26:00 GMT -8
He got pulled in like a ragdoll, into the half-hug. He refrained from resting his head on his First's shoulder, for he felt that might be a bit much. Instead, he just stared ahead, small droplets running down his slight, pale face.
Worthy.
Yeah, he cried a bit harder at that.
"*gasp-sigh* I.. I'm sorry for this." He rubbed his eyes, wiping away the wet. "I'm not the one who should be crying right now."
AND HE IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED SAYING THAT.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 6, 2013 23:36:04 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow at that, folding the leg opposite him ontop of the other as she gazed up at the night sky. Her voice was still soft, soothing even. She had way too much practice with this with Oliver.
"Then who should be?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 7, 2013 0:12:02 GMT -8
Lucien blinked the tears out of his eyes as he tried to think of a way to explain his thought process.
"Well," He started slowly, "Commander, you seem to do everything around here. Not just your duties as First, but..." He looked up at her, eyes dry. "You maintain the base, you work as the head mechanic, you lead missions into dangerous territories, you're the lead liaison to the Dragons and the Gods... Your company is the best and brightest. You do everything for this gang."
By the end he was in such an excited state that his body started shaking.
"Delilah, it seems like no one sees what you do, and sometimes, that's true. But, I see it." He paused, and swallowed the avocado pit in his throat. "I appreciate you."
And the cheesiest line ever was said that day.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 1:01:47 GMT -8
She listened to him with a slightly tilted head to one side as she looked at him, her smile growing wider and warmer as he talked (and became a little more agitated). When he finished, tears were standing in her own eyes and she was...speechless for a moment. Then she pulled herself together, let out a slow breath and hugged him a bit closer, turning her face back up to look at the stars.
"Is that what has you all upset? No one pays lil' ol' Del any mind when she does stuff?" she chuckled. "I don't need recognition. My work speaks for itself. Do you know why?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 7, 2013 1:08:25 GMT -8
Her arm pulled Lucien in closer still, in a hug that Lucien was still hesitant about returning. He decided that around the shoulder was best, just so he wasn't all limp like a ragdoll. So, his arm went into place, mirroring hers.
"Yes, that's why I was upset..." He paused. This sounded a little too much like counseling to be in Lucien's good books. Still, though, it was a nice moment, and he didn't want to ruin it further.
"Why's that, Delilah?" He wondered. He also wondered why everything his commander ever said was a word of wisdom that trickled down into his soul. But mainly the first thing.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 1:22:09 GMT -8
"Because I love them all,' she said after a moment, softly. "Love has everything to do with all the actions I have taken. Love for my leader, one of my oldest friends. My country, my home, my friends, family. My art and my work. It took a long time for me to get to that place...but if you put love into everything you do, it doesn't matter if people notice or not. I notice, and because I do, I know that's all that matters in the end. I would rather be known as a person who loved life and everything about it --in spite of all the bad and terrible things in it-- than the person who worked the hardest. Now that I think on it, though, those just might be one and the same." Delilah thought about that for a moment before shrugging it off.
"But, thank you, Luc. It's not often people see beyond what I have done to what I am doing. And I appreciate that about you," she added with a hint of amusement in her smile.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 7, 2013 1:44:50 GMT -8
That... Was... Beautiful.
Lucien smiled, and nodded. There wasn't anything to say, really. Delilah had already said everything there was. His eyes dried, and the brisk wind felt cool against the remaining lines of moisture on his face. Since there was nothing to say, he just sat and enjoyed the stars with his captain...
What Delilah would notice, is a soft thump as Lucien's head fell lazily onto her shoulder. His hair would tousle in the wind, just long enough to tickle her face slightly if she turned to him. Upon closer inspection, Lucien was asleep, and breathing slowly and peacefully.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 2:11:41 GMT -8
She sat in silence for a while with Lucien, watching the stars, feeling the breeze on her face. Reflecting.
Then she felt Lucien slump against her shoulder, heavily. Raising an eyebrow, she looked down at him and noticed he was fast asleep. She bit back a laugh, flattered for a moment at the trust he put in her. Someone as anxious as him being able to fall asleep in her company? Quite a compliment.
Slowly, gently, she leaned back off her perch and onto the floor of the roof, dragging the slight young man with her. She would catch him as he fell back with her subtlely, making the shift almost imperceptible to the young man. Then she hauled him in her arms bridal style, walking back towards the steps that lead down to the barracks, where she would deposit the young man for the night before heading off to her own room.
"Kids these days..."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 7, 2013 16:01:36 GMT -8
Lucien woke up with a start.
In his bed.
It was morning.
"Ssssshit." He cursed softly. He had literally fallen asleep on the First. And then...
His face paled. He had fallen asleep on the roof. And she had carried him down to his room!
Sprinting out of bed, quickly changing into his usual attire, not even bothering to brush his hair twelve times, he ran out the door, and realized he had no idea where to find her.
She could be anywhere! He thought, inwardly grimacing. He decided that the one place she was most likely to be was her impromptu office... The garage.
Running down the hallways of the Crow's Nest, he made his way to the garage area. Opening up the big industrial door, he scanned the room, hoping to find his captain therein.
...The smell of motor oil. DISTURBS ME.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 19:28:11 GMT -8
And there Delilah would be, a bike upside down as the mechanic inspected the under carriage, muttering to herself about 'valves' and 'dust' and 'I TOLD those idiots no idling'.
She wouldn't even glance up as Lucien entered the room, so absorbed was she in her work, apparent by the various black grease smears on her palms, her arms and the streak across the bridge of her nose. But there was a little white-haired boy, with one opaque and one normal, blue eye, who did see. He was standing near his mother, holding in his hands an assortment of wrenches he had picked out for her to show him. His little eyes widened, then he looked back at his mother, tugging on her pant-leg.
"Mama!"
"Nan desu ka, chibiko? "<What is it, little one?>
"Dare ka ga koko ni aru!" <someone is here!!>
Delilah looked up sharply, before spotting Lucien. Her face relaxed into a slightly strained smile at the sight of him before turning back to her work. "Good morning, Brother Lucien. Did you sleep well?"
Almost kinda making fun of him. Almost.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 8, 2013 12:07:02 GMT -8
Lucien spotted Delilah working on a motorcycle, grease and oil saturating her skin. He also spotted... a child?
"Mama!"
"Nan desu ka, chibiko? "<What is it, little one?>
"Dare ka ga koko ni aru!" <someone is here!!>
No translation was necessary. Lucien understood enough to end up going crazy.
"You.... Have a son?" He blurted, blinking at regular intervals.
The other question about sleeping well didn't even register with him. Lucien's processor was in overdrive already from the realization that he had fallen asleep on her. AND THEN A SON. A young son. Maybe five?
And, Lucien didn't like kids.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 8, 2013 18:18:10 GMT -8
"You.... Have a son?"
Delilah blinked as if surprised, turned back to look at Lucien, then down at the small white haired boy (who was staring intently at Lucien). "Huh," she said after a moment, as if this came as a surprise and turned back to the filters she had been adjusting. "So I do. How very odd. What's your name, little one?"
The little boy giggled up at his mother, understanding that she was 'joking' with this Man-I-Don't-Know, a concept he only recently began understanding. He waved at him, still wary of leaving his mother's side.
"I'm Oliver Fenrich Stuart Pott!" he said cheerfully, watchfully. "It's nice too meet you."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Feb 9, 2013 11:23:04 GMT -8
Oliver Fenrich Stuart Pott...
Man, this kid was behaved. Lucien liked that.
Lucien knelt down to get a better look at the boy, noticing his odd eyes, and passing them by as quickly as he noticed them. It was interesting, of course, but not pressing.
"It's nice to meet you, Oliver Fenrich Stuart Pott. My name is Lucien DeChain." He smiled softly.
Looking back to Delilah, his voice brightened up. "I have to say, Delilah, that this is a surprise. Is there anything you can't do?"
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